Avant-Garde

I kiss
the unseen

blank canvas
piece the absence
beauty of its own

clear vastness
visions of its barren
kinds
speaks vacancies

love to the
essence

Why cast
to a page
its fretful
resurrection?

Explanation
Pander
Receive…

once respectable
blindness

now

death dealing
to the art
its spirit marred

please

kiss me
kiss me

oh Avant-garde!

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